War Games Page #7

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WOPR is putting our losses

at 85 to 95% of the strategic forces.

What does WOPR recommend,

Mr McKittrick?

Full-scale retaliatory strike.

I need some machine to tell me that?

President's on his way

to join Airborne Command.

We have to give launch option.

- Has he spoken to the premier?

- The Russians deny everything.

We have a Soviet submarine

launch detection.

Let's go into a launch mode.

Close up the mountain.

This is Crystal Palace.

We're closing up the mountain.

After the gates are closed,

nobody gets in or out.

Initiate internal power.

Generators on and functioning.

External power disconnected.

Seal off ventilation shafts.

Shaft locks sealed.

The gate's closed!

Is everybody OK?

- Are you all right?

- Yeah. Run for it!

The gate's gonna shut! Come on!

Come on!

Hold the door! Hold the door!

Hold the goddamn door!

Come on! Hurry!

They're clear! They're clear!

All units confirm weapons targeted

and ready. Awaiting launch codes.

We are in a launch mode.

Major Lem, lock out changes.

Roger. Lock out enabled.

All right. I'll call you back.

Here!

I don't know what you think

you can do here, Stephen.

John! Good to see you!

I see the wife still picks your ties.

- What has this kid been telling you?

- How far has it gone?

The president's ready for a counterstrike.

That's what we're recommending he do.

- It's a bluff, John. Call it off.

- No, it's not a bluff. It's real.

Hello, General Beringer? Stephen Falken.

Mr Falken, you picked

a hell of a day for a visit.

General, what you see

on these screens up here is a fantasy.

A computer-enhanced hallucination.

Those blips are not real missiles.

They're phantoms.

There's nothing to indicate a simulation.

Everything's working perfectly.

- Does it make any sense?

- Does what make any sense?

That!

Look, I don't have time

for a conversation right now.

General, are you prepared

to destroy the enemy?

You betcha!

- Do you think they know that?

- I believe we've made that clear enough.

Then... don't.

Tell the president to ride out the attack.

Sir, they need a decision.

General, do you really believe

that the enemy would attack

without provocation,

using so many missiles and subs,

so that we would have no choice

but to totally annihilate them?

One minute and 30 seconds to impact.

General, you are listening to a machine.

Do the world a favour

and don't act like one.

One minute and 20 seconds to impact.

Yes, Mr President.

Sir, at this point in time, we cannot

positively confirm the inbounds.

We have reason to believe

they may not exist.

Yes, sir. That's affirmative.

Yes, sir.

I do, too.

One minute to impact.

Who's first and how soon?

Initial impact

in the 43rd Bomb Wing at Loring,

319th at Grand Forks,

and Alaskan Air Command, Elmendorf.

50 seconds to impact.

Get me the senior controllers.

I wanna talk to 'em myself.

All stations, this is Crystal Palace.

Stand by for a message from Brass Hat.

Acknowledge.

ElmendorfAirForce Base Operations.

Lieutenant Colonel Bowers.

319th Bomb Wing Operations.

Colonel Chase.

Colonel, this is Loring AirForce Base.

The senior controllerisn't here right now.

That's all right. Who are you?

Sir, this is Airman Dougherty, sir.

This is General Beringer at NORAD.

Our current situation...

Men, we're currently tracking

approximately 2,400 inbound

Soviet warheads.

But at the moment

we cannot confirm this.

I repeat, we cannot confirm this.

30 seconds to impact.

We're right there with you guys.

We've taken all the steps we can.

Stand by to launch missiles

at my command.

Stay on this channel as long as you can.

We'll be standing by.

20 seconds to impact.

Ten... nine...

eight... seven...

six...

five...

four...

three...

two...

one... Impact.

This is Crystal Palace. Are you still on?

This is Crystal Palace.

Are you still on? Anyone there?

That's affiirmative, sir.

Yeah! We're here!

- Jesus H Christ! We're still here!

- Our boards are showing impact.

No, sir. No impact. We're alive and well.

All right!

All right!

All right!

All right! Recall the bombers!

Stand down the missiles!

Joshua, what are you doing?

COC, I need Dr McKittrick right away.

- This is McKittrick.

- Sir, we got a problem.

WOPR's not letting me log back on.

- I can't get in to stand down the missiles.

- Stand by.

Paul, this is McKittrick.

The WOPR's not letting us back in.

I know. No one can get back on.

We're trying everything.

It's like the entire password file

has been wiped out.

I tried that! Don't you think

I would have tried that?

What are those?

Those are launch codes.

What are they for?

Joshua's trying to find the right codes

so he can launch the missiles himself.

What's happening?

The random number generators

aren't running.

- Got anything?

- I'm still looking.

I got no idea.

It could be coming from anywhere.

Sir, you better get on the headset.

Yeah?

General, the machine has locked us out.

It's sending random numbers to the silos.

Codes. To launch the missiles.

Just unplug the goddamn thing!

- Jesus Christ!

- That won't work, General.

It would interpret a shutdown

as the destruction of NORAD.

The computers in the silos would carry

out their last instructions. They'd launch.

- Can't we disarm the missiles?

- Over a thousand of them?

There's no time. At this rate

it'll hit the launch codes in 5.3 minutes.

Mr McKittrick?

After very careful consideration, sir,

I have come to the conclusion

that your new defence system sucks.

I don't have to take that,

you pig-eyed sack of sh*t.

I was hoping for something a little better

than that from a man of your education.

General, it's the president.

What do you...

What are you gonna tell him?

That I'm ordering our bombers

back to fail-safe.

We might have to go through

this thing after all.

Yes, sir.

He's got one. When he gets all ten,

he'll launch the missiles.

- Well, can't they get in and stop it?

- No. They can't.

They've taken out my password.

- Well, what are we gonna do?

- I don't know. Do you?

I told you not to start

playing games with that thing.

It's games.

- Games!

- Try it.

- John, feed it a tapeworm.

- Too risky. It might smash the system.

- Did the kid get in the back door?

- We took it out.

- Invade the deep logic.

- We hit a fire wall.

If it wants to play a game, then play it.

Have it list games.

- For Christ's sake!

- He's played before.

- He can hardly do worse.

- Two numbers.

I'd piss on a spark plug

if I thought it'd do any good.

- Let the boy in there, Major.

- List games.

Chess.

Three numbers locked in.

Poker.

Security system's

not gonna let anything through.

Global thermonuclear war.

Four numbers.

Stephen, for Christ's sake. Do something.

- Come on, kid. Let's go.

- No. Try again.

- Put the list back up.

- We already tried that.

- Put it up!

- Yes, put it up.

- It's not on the list!

- What's not on the list?

Go ahead. It's got to be somewhere.

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